North Liao

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go. 
Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass. 
Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons. 
On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes. 
A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past. 
Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

Journey to the End of the Night

Baili An's clothes were somewhat dirty at the moment, and his sleeves were still stained with corpse fluids, so he did not sit on the bed, fearing to soil her embroidered quilt.


He squatted beside the bed, simply reached out and tugged at Li Jiujiu's sleeve, his eyes clear and innocent as he gazed at her.


"Just now, Miss Jiujiu said that hugging and biting me felt very comfortable and that you wanted it a hundred times, a thousand times, so... do you really want it?


I have not studied this in depth, and the books in the Mountain Realm do not have related records. Miss Jiujiu, please teach me, I will study earnestly and fulfill your desires as much as possible."


He was serious in nature, and Li Jiujiu's words of anger just now were heart-wrenching, deeply moving.


Even though they were said in anger, they contained a sincere sentiment that he couldn't ignore.


Chapter 171: Studying Diligently